The Reborn Lady is Farming

   The last two people couldn't stand each other, and each went back to the house angrily.

Qi Haoran thinks that these few years will be a rare opportunity. They can use Hanzhong as a stronghold and fully recover other lost ground. Then the cavalry business can no longer be delayed. If it is not for the money to buy adult horses, he will not I want to buy a foal and raise it slowly.

Fan Zijin was worried that he had no money. A foal would cost about 22 taels, and a battalion of cavalry had to have about 500 people. One horse and one horse per person was the standard configuration. Well, even if you only have one Half, that would cost 750 horses, and it would also cost 15,000 taels at the lowest price, and that's not counting the follow-up fodder...

   Fan Zijin sat in the study and counted the money he could spare, but in the end he still felt that he was too poor.

   Maybe he shouldn't put all his hopes on Chen Steward...

Mu Yangling sat in the yard repairing the iron plow, and her aunt instructed her to put a piece of flattened wood in, and then she broke it with her hands, feeling that it should be stable, and said, "Okay, it can be used in this way. Now, you have to learn to repair these things, otherwise, if they break down, you have to go to the city to find someone to repair them, which is too expensive."

   "I've learned it now, auntie. I'm going to plow tomorrow?"

   Auntie put her hands in her sleeves. The weather is a little cold now. She looked up at the sky and said, "Do you really plan to plant winter wheat?"

Mu Yangling nodded, "Take advantage of the lack of work now, or you will be too busy in the spring of next year. Look at this spring, after a month, which one of our family is not losing weight? This kind of intensity is enough for one or two times. After a long time, the human body can't take it anymore."

"That's what I said, but the cultivation is too dense, and the land is likely to be damaged." This is what Ma Liu is most worried about. This preserves the fertility of the land.

But this year, wheat and rice were first planted in the high-end land, and then corn was planted after the harvest, and now winter wheat was planted. The cultivation was too dense, and the fertility of the land could not keep up. It was easy to turn the high-end land into a medium land. , even inferior.

"I know what you mean, don't worry, don't we have four or five piles of rabbit dung in our house? Later, I will go to the city to buy some Yexiang, and then I will dig some pond mud and mix it with the sun to dry it. Go into the ground, sprinkle a thick layer, and plough twice, I don't believe it, the fertility of this land is not guaranteed."

  Ma Liu's eyes widened in amazement. She had never seen such a way of preserving the fertility of the land in her long life.

   Mu Yangling got up, shook the iron plow, and said with a smile, "My father will take a ten-day break tomorrow, just in time for him to return to work."

   Auntie poked her on the forehead and said with a smile: "Ghost spirit, your father finally took a break for two days. As soon as he came back, he instructed him to work, and there was no time for anyone to take a break."

   "If I let my father rest at home, he will be even more uncomfortable." Mu Yangling pushed the things into the utility room and closed the door, but the movement was a little bigger, and the yellow mud on the wall fell rustling.

   Mu Yangling stared at it for a while, then stretched out his hand to break the wall...

"Don't..." Before the aunt's words came out, Mu Yangling had already broken off a large piece of yellow mud on the wall. Mu Yangling threw the yellow mud away in a guilty conscience, wiped his hands on the clothes, and said with a smile: " Auntie, my strength seems to have risen again..."

   "What's up, you arrogant child, this house is already bad enough, you are still digging things down, you are not afraid of the house collapsing."

"Then why don't our family build a big house, auntie, our family is not short of money now," Mu Yangling said: "When my father comes back, I will tell him that our family will build a big two-storied blue-brick house. , every time we enter, we will build five rooms, and then each person will have one room, and then we will get an embroidery workshop for Xiulan and my mother, and a study room for Bowen."

"Yes," my aunt pondered, "I don't know how long I can live in this house. While your father is at home, it's time to ask someone to build a house. Anyway, it's the slack season, and everyone is busy at home, so I'll call you later. Your cousin and the others come to work."

Mu Yangling was about to breathe a sigh of relief when his aunt said, "But even if our family is going to build a new house, you can no longer pick up the mud on the wall, your strength will really collapse the house, Did you hear that?"

   "I heard it, I heard it, auntie, don't worry, I will never touch this wall again. If you don't believe me, ask Xiuhong to look at me, and I will touch you and chop my hand."

   Auntie clapped her hand and said, "You can be poor, that's all, go play, I'll go to the vegetable field in the back to serve me."

   Mu Yangling saw that her aunt was gone, so she pinched a stone under her feet and shattered it. Mu Yangling looked at her hand in a daze, why did her strength rise again?

  It's impossible. Her strength hasn't increased since she was nine years old. It's been a year.

   But she has been meditating for more than half a year, and now she doesn't even feel a trace of Qi in her dantian, but her legs have changed from numb to not numb, from fidgeting to being able to fall asleep while doing it.

   Or does this strength increase with age? When is the peak?

   Twenty to thirty?

   Mu Yangling clenched his fists and said to himself: It's a pity, the army doesn't accept women...

  To build a house, you need to choose a land. Now they live in a place that cannot be collapsed, so they can only choose a land next to them.

  No one would object, Mu Shi is now a hundred households, and he is the largest official in the village, so he quickly agreed with Xiaoqi that he should plot a plot of land next to his current house.

When the Mu family built the house, Liu Ting and the others all came to help. Mu Shi took out the money and hired nine more people. After discussing with Liu Ting and the others, how to build the house, he was not at home, and Liu Ting was there to supervise the work. With the Liu family around, I am not afraid that other workers think that the Mu family will be lazy or play tricks when they are not in their prime.

  The Mu family pays 20 cents a day to the nine workers. This price is neither high nor low, and belongs to the upper-middle level. When Mu Yangling looked through the ledger, he realized that Liu Ting and the others were all helping for free, and they had no money to give.

   Mu Yangling was stunned for a moment and asked, "Auntie, how come they don't have any wages?"

The aunt said without looking up: "They are their own family, what kind of wages do they need? Don't be silly. You go to the city tomorrow to buy two catties of pork belly. If you don't have it, buy some fat ones, don't buy thin ones. When people come to work for our family, we must let them eat well, and they will have the strength to eat well.”

   When A Ling went to buy pork, in addition to buying pork belly, the meat he bought was more thin than fat. They were used to eating meat at home and thought it was okay, but if someone else came to eat it, they would inevitably feel that there was not enough oil and water.

   Mu Yangling also knew that the fat ones are better than the thin ones, so he nodded and said after hesitating for a while, "I won't pay my cousin and the others? I think it's very hard for them to come and work for our family."

Now my aunt raised her head, she looked at Mu Yangling and said, "Don't do stupid things, you child, if you dare to ask your cousin and the others about your wages, see if he will ignore you in the future, they will come to help. It’s love, what do you pay them for? I’ve never heard of paying for helping relatives build houses. Have you ever been charged for helping your uncle and them work before?”

   Mu Yangling shook his head.

   "In the past, did your father and your cousin dare to ask me for money when they used to build a house for me?"

   Mu Yangling shook his head.

"It's over, don't worry about this house, you should plough the field tomorrow, didn't you say that you also want to plant 30 acres of medium-sized winter wheat? That field has to be ploughed once before it can be fertilized. ."

   "I can't plow alone..."

   "Yes," Auntie frowned, "I'll go with you tomorrow, and it shouldn't be a problem to have your cousins ​​watching at home."